Open Hearted Dogs, Part 1
Dad started banging the pots in the mornings. He’d grab a clean one in his big left hand, find a pair of tongs or a stainless steel spoon for his right then hold each tool above his head and beat …
Dad started banging the pots in the mornings. He’d grab a clean one in his big left hand, find a pair of tongs or a stainless steel spoon for his right then hold each tool above his head and beat …
Oh, god. Here’s the rest of this shit. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it.
Part One Part Two
I’ve been commuting to downtown DC for over a decade now, and combining about ten miles of walking with the commute as part of my “passive health plan.” Statistically speaking, I suppose it’s inevitable that I would get hit by …
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Yes, I was very drunk when I wrote this. And you can read more about what my mind was like in 1993 in the New Testicle Intro.